We didn’t know the bruises that linger, only the breeze, the sun caught in our hair, the way a day could stretch so wide we trusted it would never end.

We stayed as long as we could, believing the world would always beckon, that there would be a next, and then another next after that.

But time has a way of thinning… and what once felt endless now feels like something you cup gently so it doesn’t slip through your hands.

I was reminded of all of it today, the light, the ease, the unbroken hours… but mostly, I thought of Dave, and how memory can bruise and bless in the same breath.